And eyelids tightly shut
A creature tips into the room
Where children's teeth are brushed
He finds the toothpaste clean and stored
Just the way Mom asked
Unscrews the top and squeezes tight
Then eerily he laughs
He rubs the paste all round the sink
And smears it on the door
Then puts some globs on moms nice towels
And drops some on the floor
Then he waits that sneaky devil
He waits inside the hamper
He waits till morn for you and me
He waits to hear feet scamper
Then his ears perk up a bit
The verdict Mom will state
She'll falsely blame both you and me
For the mess of the toothpaste
